I mentioned a while back that my next door neighbours Paul and Jan were planning to acquire a Briard puppy.
What is it about the youngest members of my species that make humans, even the most down to earth and rational ones (yes I am thinking of Gail) go pathetically gooey and start spouting embarrassing baby talk?
OK I admit that I have been excited too, in a manly and not-at-all-sentimental fashion you understand.
Well the new pup arrived on Sunday evening. Paul and Jan picked her up and drove her all the way back from somewhere near Nottingham. I have not been allowed to meet her yet, but I know that her name is Ruby, and she is bound to be pretty 'cos Gail insists that all the most beautiful girls come from Nottingham....
Although that last 'fact' may be unreliable.
(Did I ever mention that Gail spent the first eighteen years of her life in Nottingham?)
PS Just caught a glimpse of a bundle of black fluff through next door's front window. She's not 'ickle wickle' at all in fact she's already almost as big as me. At only nine weeks. Eeeeek!
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